#if it was anyone other than hayden christensen playing anakin we wouldn’t be here now cus star wars would have ended there

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something i enjoy about the difference in star wars costuming from the prequels til now, is that you can tell that in the prequels george lucas had near total control over most of the looks, especially those of the jedi. anakin in ROTS is obv a smokeshow thanks to hayden christensen but he is styled so much like what an old straight guy thought a “cool bad boy” looked like in 2003. the big leather tabard and the mismatched fresh out the bag fruit of the loom brand robes and the mullet and scar that you know george thought was so badass even though objectively anyone with eyes would call it pretty. and his big trousers tucked into his boots lol. anakin in ROTS dresses like the daydreams of a middle school boy who just bought a pleather jacket with his allowance because he wants everyone to know that he just started downloading green day albums off of limewire. and no one has the heart to tell him that he looks like a young winona ryder. contrast that with qimir in the acolyte who you can tell was styled by a woman because his robes look all worn and fucked up and you can actually see his enormous arms and sweaty face and greasy hair & it lends itself an air of danger because it isn’t trying too hard. and there’s a good argument that anakin’s outfits in ROTS are actually reflective of his cringefail personality & inability to get dressed well on a combined 15 minutes of sleep through the course of a week, and I wouldn’t fight you on that, but we all know the truth is that george lucas thought it looked so fucking cool

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I Love You/Back To Me - The Huntsman x The Pied Piper/Sheriff Graham Humbert x Robin Fifer (OC) - Once Upon A Time

Fandom: Once Upon A Time (2011-2018)

Pairing: The Huntsman x The Pied Piper/Sheriff Graham Humbert x Robin Fifer (OC) 

Word Count: 4093

Warnings: Swearing, OUAT Season 1 Spoilers, Alcoholism, Speaking In Shakespearean,

Notes:  Hi! I Know, I Know, This Isn’t The Next Part Of Wake Up Call, Nor Is It Another Oneshot Of Malcolm And Harlan. It Also Isn’t Part One Of That Promised General Hux x Harvo, My OC, That I Told You All About. But! Sheriff Graham Humbert In OUAT Got Me In My Feels, So I Made This. I Hope You All Enjoy This Long Piece That Took Me Like, Four Days To Make. Just A Heads Up- Piper’s/Robin’s Faceclaim Is Hayden Christensen, Specifically Him As Anakin Skywalker, With His Curly Hair. And, His Enchanted Forest Persona (The Pied Piper) Speaks In Shakespearean. If You Wish For Me To Translate It, Message Me And I’ll Gladly Do So. Anyways, Again, Enjoy!

"Who are you after?".

The Huntsman turned around, sword out and pointed...At some skinny male with a red hood over his head."Who're you?" He asked, hair falling over his forehead."Why do you want to know?". When the hooded one didn't answer, he stepped closer, the tip of the blade closer to the stranger's neck."Answer me." The Huntsman hissed.

The stranger slid his hands through his hair, the hood falling back. This revealed an oval jaw, light blue eyes, and scraggly, chin-length hair."Sayeth not thee remember not me, yond'll just did hurt mine own feelings" he pouted."Cometh anon, ti's me. Thy gentle forest Pied Piper"

"It's you" the Huntsman breathed, putting his sword back in its sheath."Don't...Don't do that, okay?" He asked, slowly approaching the Piper and cupping his cheek. 

The Piper smiled slightly."Did miss me much, Huntsman? Who is't or what art we after?".

The Huntsman cupped both of the Piper's cheeks now, lips parted slightly as he looked into the Piper's eyes."I did...I missed you. And I'm wandering for deer. Want to help me?".

The Piper's eyebrows jumped, as he slowly ran a hand through the Huntsman's untamed hair."Well, I wouldn't be crossed" he teased, acting as if he was taking it into serious thought."I'd followeth thee to the ends of the kingdom, mine own Huntsman. I'd square any beasts, battleth any duels, and leadeth hence any rats yond commenth between us. Never forget yond" he explained, a hand brushing over the pipe instrument attached to his belt.

The Huntsman nodded, that action speaking enough words so that he didn't have to verbally say anything. He pulled away, holding one of the Piper's hands in his."Right. Come along then, Piper. I need you with me, forever".

***

Robin turned a corner, his hand on his belt as the other hung at his side. He didn't jog, but he'd describe what he's doing as a speed-walk. To Mr. Gold's Pawnbroker & Antiques Dealer- he heard Mr. Gold is good with deal-making. Robin also heard that Mr. Gold is not to be trusted when making said deals, or something along the lines of how it's a bad idea. After a long night of drinking the previous night, Robin has waited far too long to make a good deal with him. And with Graham gone, he needs a deal more than ever. 

Robin stood at the front door of the pawn shop, only now having second thoughts. Graham has been dead for a while now, would it be any use trying to get him back, now? He started nervously playing with the silver chain around his neck- Graham bought it for him, and Robin hasn't willingly taken it off for a second. Robin glanced in through the windows to see if Mr. Gold was even in- and, sadly, he was, behind the glass table. Taking a deep breath, he walked in, the bell ringing above his head.

Mr. Gold looked up immediately, flashing Robin a toothy grin."Ah, Mr. Humbert" he teased.

Robin closed his eyes, gulping thickly."M-Mr. Fifer, actually. Graham's heart a- heart a-attack prevented us from, uh, from going that far, I- I thought that you'd be aware of that, M-Mr. Gold, sir" he corrected, slowly advancing towards the desk that separated him with the shop owner."You do seem to be everywhere around town and nowhere at all, Mr. Gold".

"As are you, Mr. Fifer. I hear children humming your tunes all over Storybrooke, either that or they attempt them on their silly, colourful toy flutes and such" Mr. Gold recalled, eyes trailing down to the dark, wooden pipe instrument on Robin's belt.

Robin followed his gaze, huffily covering the pipe from sight with his long coat. He flipped his hood off, revealing his chin-length scruffy hair, deep blue eyes, and the scar over one of them.

"Scar still haunting you, hmm?".

"Scars d-don't disappear, Mr. Gold. Physical or, uh, or- or not" Robin crossed his arms, the store lights shining off of his chain.

This caught Mr. Gold's eye, as he quickly put the pieces together."Ah, so that's why you're here...A deal is what you're in for, eh? What do I have the pleasure of doing, exactly?" He asked, his grip on his cane tightening.

Robin turned behind himself, to make sure no one was watching, or coming into the pawn shop. He turned back to Mr. Gold and leaned in."I want Graham back".

"As Sheriff?" Mr. Gold joked, leaning away."And risk Emma losing her job?".

"Mr. Gold, I- I didn't drag myself out of my house and- and all the way down here for j- for jokes. I don't want Graham back as Sheriff, I want- I want Graham back, that's it. I- I need him back." Robin scowled, glaring at Mr. Gold.

"What makes you think I can do anything about it? You can't just bring people back from the dead, whether you want them or need them. It just can't be done".

"Yes, it can't be done by- by me, Mr. Gold. Which is why I- I came to you. If anyone in this town could- If anyone in this town could help me, I knew right away it could be you, no matter the- the price. You can do anything. Please, Mr. Gold, I- I can't go on by myself with just my p-pipe".

Mr. Gold looked at Robin, as if inspecting him, psychoanalyzing him."You must be reading little Henry's magic fairy tale book, haven't you?" He concluded, chuckling."This is real life, deary. I can't snap my fingers and bring anyone back from the dead, just like that".

"Then- Then don't do it 'just like that'. What's your price? Name it. My- M-My coat? My- My record label? What is it?" Robin pleaded, shrugging his coat off so that it was holding on by his elbows, now.

Mr. Gold's eyes trailed down from Robin's desperate face, to his coat, and landing on his now-visible pipe.

Robin followed his gaze, eyes going wide."You- You can't be serious- Mr. Gold, my pipe-" Mr. Gold cut him off by raising his hand to silence him.

"Aye, I don't want your silly wooden stick, lad. Though, it would be of a worthy price..." Mr. Gold leaned in, a hand leaning in on the table. He watched Robin squirm nervously, quite liking the suspense he was building up on the poor, grieving piper."Your chain".

"W-..." Robin furrowed his eyebrows, head tilted a bit."What?".

"I believe I said that fairly clearly. Your chain, deary. That's my price".

Robin raised a shaky hand to his chain, gently tugging on it."But-" he started, unaware of how much he should let follow. Graham had gifted that chain to Robin, out of the kindness of his heart- a heart that Graham deemed he didn't have. Graham said it was for Robin to wear and keep him company, whenever Graham would be off doing whatever it is that Sheriffs do. Robin remembers the adoration Graham held in his beautiful eyes when he put the chain around the piper's neck, under a full moonlight outside his house. He remembers the chaste kiss that followed after, the smiles on both of their lips. Robin remembers every moment he's ever shared with Graham, in painful detail, but now Graham's nothing more than Robin's favourite fantasy.

And right now, Robin was destined to change that. It's not like Graham couldn't just buy him a new one, right? If Graham were to even come back after this deal.

Robin looked down at the silver chain, the touch cold against his fingers."I- I give you this necklace...And Graham Humbert c-comes back to- to life?" He reaffirmed, suspicious eyes on Mr. Gold, who just smirked at him.

"At your doorstep tomorrow night or your chain back, Mr. Fifer. I never let anyone down on their deals".

Robin had both hands delicately on the chain, still unsure on if he should take it back. Mr. Gold did say he could have his chain back if not, and it seems pretty sketchy that Mr. Gold is only asking for his chain. But, after night after night of drinking, morning after morning of a hangover, and depriving the people of Storybrooke of any new pieces of music since before Graham died, he's desperate. Robin nodded, slowly taking the chain off, savoring the feeling of it on his person. He dangled it with one hand, looking at it in an apologetic way. 

One of the last people that Robin ever thought of giving this chain to was Mr. Gold. But, here he was, making a deal to get his handsome muse back to him.

Mr. Gold smiled, eyes tracing over the chain in his hands."You won't regret this deal, piper. Trust me".

***

"Mine own loveth!" The Pied Piper called, running at full speed to his Huntsman in the distance. He jumped over a couple logs, dashed past a few trees, and stopped in front of the Huntsman, who held onto the Piper to keep him steady."Mine own loveth, I haven't seen thy grace in what hast hath felt like forever" he panted, cupping the Huntsman's scruffy cheeks.

The Huntsman looked at the Pied Piper's whimsical eyes, leaning in and kissing him in a needy manner, feeling the Piper's growing smile against his lips. He pulled away soon after, "I never meant to worry you. Seems your townspeople pulled you away from me, in need of your musical power".

The Piper chuckled, a bright smile on his face."Those gents art lunatics if it be true those gents ever bethink they could keepeth me from thy beauty forever. Nothing can, remember?" He asked, kissing the Huntsman's cheek, hands now on his broad shoulders."Thy eyes shineth liketh majestic lakes on a summer day, thy hair the same colour as bark on wood, perfect for keeping us warmeth by fireth on harsh nights. I feeleth safe in nowhere in this kingdom other than thy arms, mine own haven. Mine own loveth, I could playeth an eternity of songs for thee to coequal tryeth to sum up what I feeleth for thee, doth understand".

The Huntsman put one of his hands over the Piper's, nothing but love in his eyes are the man's words was music to his ears.

"Mine own travelling lamp, mine own moon, mine own stars, all mine own air, yond is what thou art to me. A Huntsman thee may beest, aye. But just a Huntsman after mine own heart and soul. Thee hast enchanted me, from the moment we first did cross paths. I can't beareth to beest did part from thee again, mine own lief. Calleth me as cheesy as thee'd like, but I speaketh nothing but the sooth to thee, mine own lighteth".

The Huntsman wasted no time to kiss the Pied Piper once he stopped talking, his hands trailing down to the Piper's hips and pulling him closer."I love you" he confessed against the Piper's lips. The Huntsman pulled away to continue."I love you, I'll say it again, and again, and again, doesn't matter if you believe me or not. I'll always love you, my Piper. I never want you to leave my side, ever again, not even for your townspeople. Stay with me in these woods".

"I loveth thee, Huntsman. I'll sayeth it backeth to thee with just as much meaning as thee sayeth it to me. I loveth thee, I loveth thee, with every breath, every song, every noteth-" the Piper ceased from another rant when his eyes lit up from a sudden idea- this intrigued the Huntsman.

"What? What is it, my Piper? What do you know?".

The Pied Piper locked eyes with the Huntsman, bouncing excitedly."We could runneth hence together, Huntsman. Just thee, me, thy arts, and mine own pipe. I can playeth thee mine own songs by a fireth, we can protecteth each other from beasts. Just sayeth aye, and it shalt beest done".

The Huntsman opened his mouth to answer, gulping as he stood up straight, backing away a bit.

"What? What is it, mine own loveth? Doth thee not wisheth to spendeth thy infinity with mineth?".

"No, no, no, that's not the problem. It's just...It can't be now" The Huntsman protested.

The Piper took a step toward his love, sliding his hood back."If be true not anon, then at which hour? Wherefore wilt we stall any longeth'r, just to truly be together? Some may calleth me a madman," he chuckled, spreading his arms out to his sides for a second."But I yelleth backeth yond I hast hath found true loveth within us, Huntsman. Thee were madeth for me, and I for thee. What is holding thee backeth, mine own dearest?" The Piper asked, looking at the Huntsman with puppy-dog eyes.

"I have been assigned to track down a girl. Sadly, I can't bring myself to bring you with me. It's...Quite the brutal mission. Despite any protests you may be thinking up, it's best for you to wait for me somewhere. Like...Firefly Hill, are you aware of Firefly Hill's whereabouts?" He smiled when the Pied Piper nodded.

"Those fireflies shineth not nearly as bright as thee doth, but I am all too acknown of where the Hill is".

The Huntsman blushed."Wait for me there, my Piper. I will be there soon, and then we shall run off together. Alright?".

The Piper smiled and nodded, pulling the Huntsman in to kiss him. This kiss was longer, and truly meaningful. The Piper knows the taste of the Huntsman's lips all too well at this point. When he sadly pulled away, he whispered to the Huntsman."I loveth thee, Huntsman. Truly, very much, deeply. I shall waiteth for thee, and then we shalt maketh our escapeth. I loveth thee".

"I love you too, my Piper. Now go, go to the hill. I'll be there soon" the Huntsman ordered, softly nudging the Piper away.

The Pied Piper grinned, stealing another kiss from the Huntsman. He took one last look at the Huntsman, up and down, then turned and started running."I loveth thee, Huntsman! I'll bid it to thee, and anyone who is't harks. I loveth thee, I loveth thee, I loveth thee! I shall waiteth for thee forever! One word from thee shall silence me forever. I hast to bid you- thee hast bewitched me, corse and soul. And I loveth, I loveth, I loveth thee. I never wisheth to beest did part from thee from this day on! I loveth thee!".

The Huntsman had a smile of true adoration on his face as he watched the Pied Piper run off, into the distance, towards the hill. He watched until the Piper was no more than a speak in the distance. Once his Piper was out of sight, the Huntsman sighed, and continued on his journey to find and kill Snow White. This will all be over with soon.

***

Robin flipped the page of The Great Gatsby, taking a swig from his bottle of Jack Daniels whiskey. He was awaiting for Graham to come back from the dead, as Mr. Gold had promised, but he wasn't exactly holding up the highest expectations. 

Then the doorbell rang.

Robin shot up from his couch, putting the bottle down, and putting his book down, drunkly forgetting to mark his page. He quickly wiped his eyes and fixed his hair (through he put on hos hood, ultimately covering it), taking a few deep breaths as he stumbled his front door."This is- is it..." Robin mumbled, opening the door.

And there stood Sheriff Swan."Robin" she greeted, giving him a quick smile.

Robin's expression faltered."Em-" he hiccuped, "Emma. Hi". Robin offered a lazy smile, leaning against the doorway for support."Sup, Sheriff?".

Emma furrowed her eyebrows, taking a quick whiff of Robin."Are you-...Robin, are you drunk? Seriously?" She asked, hands on her hips.

"Ah, drunk, schmunk. I'm barely even tipsy. Y'know, I was just reading The Great Gatsby, This is like, my, uhh, my third time reading- reading it and i still can't tell if- if it's about how the 'American Dream' is a sham or if Nick's plainly in love with Gatsby. I'm telling you, Emma, if that book was written nowadays? Nick and Gatsby's romance would be c- be crystal clear" Robin explained, waving his hand."Jack Daniels is filtering it all out, though".

"Okay, well..." Emma nodded, glancing around the inside of Robin's house, from what she could see over his shoulders."You haven't been at the playground playing to the kids like usual, so I just decided to come check up on you. I haven't even seen you all day today, not even at Granny's".

"'Like usual', more like before my- my muse died" Robin corrected, a hand over the pipe on his belt."And I-" he thought for a second, "oh, yea, no, I- I- I haven't come out like, once today". Robin giggled, shrugging."I appreciate the concern, Sheriff, bye-bye" he hummed, closing the door on Emma, who used her hand to put it back.

"Robin, I'm worried about you-".

"And I'm expecting somebody, so please-".

"Robbie, you're drunk, vulnerable, and alone, just let me-".

"What? Let you what? Help me? How? Magically bring Graham back to life? Take us all back in time, to a few weeks ago, back when he was still alive? He was alive, and I was happy, and making songs off of my pipe for him, but he'd let me release them to the general public. The light of my life, the muse to my art is gone, Emma. The most you can let me do is grieve in my own way" Robin snapped, huffing."You're making this a bigger-" he hiccuped, "bigger deal than it needs to be, Ems. So...Please, Sheriff-" saying 'Sheriff' to someone who wasn't Graham always felt like poison on Robin's tongue."Leave".

Emma took a deep breath, ready to say something. She looked Robin up and down, before finally nodding."Have a safe night, Robin. See you soon" Emma waved, turning and walking away.

Robin sniffed as he watched Emma walk off, hooded eyes filled with a void as he closed and locked the door, trudging back to his couch and flung himself onto it, only grabbing the bottle of alcohol. He brought a hand up to his neck, the ghost of his chain around it. Robin scoffed, drinking away the rest of the Jack Daniels. He pouted when he finished the bottle, putting it back on the table and closing his eyes, finalizing his decision to fall asleep on his couch. Again. Hood over his eyes like a sleeping mask. He took his pipe from his belt, tossing it onto the carpet and turning onto his side, his reflection staring back at him on the black TV screen. 

"This was- was stupid..." Robin mumbled, feeling tears starting to form."I should-  I should go get my chain back from Mr. Gold, first fucking thing t-tomorrow morning" he added, not taking to anyone in particular, but not to himself, either. Robin was just talking. About how stupid it was that the shady owner of a pawn shop could miraculously bring back the love of his musical life, after a sudden heart attack.

A heart attack that didn't even make sense, Graham was perfectly healthy. But that was for another drunk night. He's spend pretty much every night like this- reading Shakespeare or classic literature, drinking away until he falls asleep on his couch if he can't make his way all the way up to his bedroom, and not fall asleep on the stairs or in the hallway on the way. It's been like this, this has been his way of grieving every night if not brood in a corner booth of Granny's, or play sad tunes on his pipe at home, in attempts to make a song. But his creativity died along with Graham, and he needs Graham back with him more than anything.

Graham was his rock, his sun, moon, stars, and air. Graham was Robin's love, the only love of his life.

There was no one else Robin would dance around his living room with at night, no one for Robin to lose himself in the sight of. If he never heard Graham say his name again, Robin knows he'll go mad like a hatter. Graham is the only think Robin feels he got right, the only thing Robin would never give away, but he's clearly involuntarily made that mistake. He'll never truly be happy again, clearly. Just him, his alcohol, his classics, and his damned pipe.

And another damned ring at the doorbell.

"I said go away, Emma!" Robin called roughly, groaning in frustration."You gonna run me in? I- I don't feel like talking, I'm distraught" he told, draping his arm over his covered eyes.

Another ring.

"Kindly piss off, Emma. P-Please." Robin pleaded, wiping his eyes quickly.

Another ring, followed by two more.

"Fucks sake" Robin hissed, standing up. He staggered over to the front door, unlocking it and opening it."You're stubborn, Emma, and usually, sis, I-I'd praise that, but tonight, I don't wanna-" Robin stopped when he saw that it wasn't Emma.

Instead, there stood ex-Sheriff Graham Humbert, in all his leather-coated, doe-blue-eyed, curly-brown-haired glory. There he stood, at Robin's doorstep, alive, and breathing.

"I-..." Robin stared at Graham, confused."Graham...?".

"Robin" Graham breathlessly returned, gulping."Robin, oh my..." He had his hands on his hips.

"You're alive" Robin uttered, putting his hands on Graham's shoulders, then his cheeks."You're alive, y-you're alive, you're so fucking alive, o my god" he repeated, pulling Graham in for a hug.

Graham willingly hugged back, sniffing Robin."You smell like whiskey".

"Yea, it- it's Jack Daniels. After you...Y-Yea, I went down a sad, alcoholic, music-less hole, a- and- and I, I really just missed you. I didn't know how I could go on, hell, e-even if..." Robin stopped when Graham pulled away at that, hands on Robin's cheeks as he stared into the piper's eyes, inhaling sharply. Robin's eyes started sparkling with tears, as he put his hands over Graham's."I- I just...I couldn't, i dunno how to, uh, explain it. i missed you like hell, I had to get you back".

"Well, I won't ask how, but...I'm glad I'm here with you. Mind if I come in? Stay the night?" Graham asked, leaning in and kissing his forehead, pushing Robin's hood off to do so.

Robin nodded, stepping aside and closing the door behind Graham, locking it when the ex-Sheriff took his shoes off. He led Graham over to the couch, sitting down awkwardly and having his boyfriend sit next to him."I still can't- can't believe your back".

"Where's your chain?".

Robin raised his hand to his neck, remembering the absence of the silver jewelry."Oh, I-" he cleared his throat, "getting you back to me costed the- the chain. I- I'm sorry, I was desperate, and I was ready to give- give everything for you back. I love you, Graham, you know that. It was the only option I- I- I got".

Graham's eyes flicked up from Robin's neck to his sad, blue eyes, and sighed."Love me that much, eh?".

"I never want to be away from you from this night on, Graham, c-c'mon" Robin offered Graham a small smile.

"I'm buying you a new one, okay?" Graham chuckled, puling Robin into a hug."I love you, Robin Fifer. I'll never leave you, ever again".

Robin's smile grew when Graham said his name."I love you too. Now kiss me, I- I taste like whiskey, and I remember how much you love whiskey".

Graham pulled away, eyes trailing down to Robin's lips."Not nearly as much as I love you, but I do love kissing you" he replied, slowly leaning in and properly kissing Robin.

Robin slowly closed his eyes, savoring the kiss with Graham, a kiss he's been aching for, for weeks. And now he won't have to ache for it, ever again. Because Graham's back to him, and by Robin's pipe if he isn't here to stay.

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Star Wars: 10 Hidden Details You Missed In The Prequels

When it comes to spectacle and grandeur, movies can't get much bigger and more lavish than the Star Wars series. Even in the original trilogy George Lucas achieved something that had never been seen before in film, and he clearly didn't want to or need to hold back on anything when he decided to make the prequel trilogy years later. And, because Lucas and his team love to pay attention to detail, there are about a million little details that any average audience member is bound to miss.

There are dozens of Easter eggs buried throughout all three of the prequel films that are either incredibly easy to miss or that the moviemakers themselves went out of their way to hide. So, here are 10 interesting and barely-perceptible little details that you likely never noticed in Star Wars: Episode I, II, and III.

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10 E.T. Makes An Appearance

Star Wars is a story that spans an entire galaxy, so, unsurprisingly, it's chock-full of every kind of alien creature that George Lucas could possibly dream up. But one of the aliens featured in Star Wars Episode I: The Phantom Menace is not one of George Lucas' creations, it's actually Steven Spielberg's. In one of the scenes in the Galactic Senate, the same kind of alien species that appeared in E.T. the Extra-Terrestrial can be seen sitting in one of the senate seats. Lucas included the little Easter egg as an homage to his long-time friendship with Spielberg.

9 Mustafar's Lava Is Real

Obviously, one of the most iconic moments within the entire Star Wars universe is when Anakin Skywalker slowly surrenders himself to the dark side and transforms into Darth Vader on the harsh world of Mustafar.

The planet itself seems to be a physical representation of Anakin's experiences at that moment, and, while Mustafar does look totally out of this world, there are elements of the scenes that came directly from mother earth. Much of the lava effects that are seen on Mustafar are digitally enhanced versions of real lava eruptions that are blended together and then edited into the scenes themselves.

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8 The Cast And Crew Appearances In The Attack Of The Clones Bar

You would think that it would go without saying that the cast of Star Wars Episode II: Attack of the Clones appears in the bar scene on Coruscant, but the cast appearances aren't quite what you might think. Clearly Ewan McGregor and Hayden Christensen are there, along with a whole party's worth of extras, but a lot of the actors who appear as non-human characters in the movies make cameos in this scene as well. That includes Ahmed Best, who plays Jar-Jar, and Anthony Daniels, who plays C-3PO, as well as some of the puppeteers who handle the other non-human characters.

7 Liam Neeson's Communicator Is A Gillette Razor

Throughout the course of Star Wars Episode I: The Phantom Menace Qui-Gon Jinn uses a communicator. While it looks like your fairly standard Star Wars gadget, the prop that Liam Neeson uses in the movie is actually a Gillette razor. More specifically, it's a Gillette Sensor Excel Razor for Women that has been spruced up and modified to look like a tech gadget worthy of one of the most famous and expensive science fiction movies of all time.

Obviously, it's hard to identify in the movie, but it'd be interesting to know if Gillette paid for that kind of product placement!

6 Obi-Wan Teaches Boba Fett How Han Solo Will Hide

George Lucas actually put an interesting callback/call forward to The Empire Strikes Back in Attack of the Clones. When Obi-Wan is trying to avoid detection while en route to Geonosis, he hides among an asteroid field.

Boba Fett is with his father Jango when Obi-Wan pulls this move, so, years later when Han Solo tries a similar trick in The Empire Strikes Back, Boba Fett is easily able to find him. Director and writer George Lucas confirmed that this connection was intentional and that Boba did, in fact, discover Han decades later because of his childhood experience with Obi-Wan.

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5 Luke And Leia Were Puppets

A lot of galaxy-changing things happen throughout Star Wars Episode III: Revenge of the Sith, but, obviously, one of the most important events is the birth of Luke Skywalker and Leia Organa. They're only seen as infants in the movie, but the death of Queen Amidala and the birth of the twins is one of the climactic moments of the film.

And, while there are portions of their birth scene where the twins are played by real babies, some of the scenes use animatronic puppets in place of children, presumably because there is no time limit for animatronic babies to be on set.

4 The Darth Vader Easter Egg At The End Of Phantom Menace

Obviously, the events of Star Wars Episode I: The Phantom Menace take place long before the era of Darth Vader and the Galactic Empire, and, at that point, little Ani doesn't look like he could have even an ounce of darkness in him. There is also very little in the film to foreshadow the dark path that Anakin will eventually be going down.

It's hard to remember the film era before the MCU, but, prior to their film series, it was relatively rare to have a post-credits Easter egg, so the little homage to Darth Vader—his signature breathing can be heard after the end of the credits—at the end of Phantom Menace was easy to miss.

3 The Serial Numbers On Clone Trooper Helmets Is THX 1138

Now this detail isn't so much a hidden detail that no one noticed, it's more of a hidden detail that literally no one could have noticed. It's not visible on the actual screen, but the helmets of the clone troopers all have a serial number embedded in the back of their helmets, and each serial number reads THX 1138.

Surely, George Lucas fanboys will recognize that, but, for those of you who are unfamiliar, one of George Lucas' earlier and less successful films was titled THX 1138. It's a dystopian sci-fi film in the same vein as 1984, and THX 1138 is the title as well as the main character's name.

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2 Goodbye, Old Friend

One of the most memorable scenes in Star Wars Episode III: Revenge of the Sith is when Obi-Wan and Anakin are going their separate ways. Obi-Wan closes the conversation by saying "goodbye old friend," which seems to have a literal as well as a symbolic meaning for the film.

Obi-Wan doesn't know it at the time, but this is the last time he's going to see the "good" Anakin before he switches to the dark side and becomes Darth Vader. So, his final goodbye seems to foreshadow Anakin's transition and the conclusion of a relationship that Obi-Wan will never have with him again.

1 Keira Knightley

If anyone saw Keira Knightley and Natalie Portman walking down the street together, they would undoubtedly think "wow, what beautiful women," but they probably wouldn't think they look like near-identical twins. Actually, they'd probably be thinking "holy crap, it's Keira Knightley and Natalie Portman," but, again, they wouldn't be thinking they're doppelgangers.

However, Keira played one of Queen Amidala's handmaids and her body double, and, in the whole Queen Amidala hair, makeup, and costume, it is legitimately difficult to tell the two actresses apart. So difficult, in fact, that Keira's own mother had trouble telling the actresses apart when they were fully done up.

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Hayden Christensen By Richard Dorment

He wrestled with the forces of darkness in Star Wars, and now he's taking on the dark side of journalism in Shattered Glass.

If Hayden Christensen has proven anything in the past three years, it's that he isn't afraid of the dark. From his goth teen in Life as House (2001) to his Darth Vader-in-waiting in Star Wars: Episode II - Attack of the Clones, this 22-year-old Canadian has explored the moral ambivalence and nuanced darkness that lurk in the hearts and minds of complicated young men. This month Christensen continues this streak with his portrayal of real-life reporter and fabulist Stephen Glass in Shattered Glass. The film was conceived and filmed before the New York Times' Jayson Blair made headlines and incited debates with fictional reporting of his own. Here, Christensen weighs in from the Australia set of the next Star Wars film.

RICHARD DORMENT: Tell me a little bit about your new movie, Shattered Glass.

HAYDEN CHRISTENSEN: I play Stephen Glass, who wrote for The New Republic magazine in the late '90s. Stephen was so driven by his desire to succeed that his moral infrastructure became questionable. He wound up fabricating all or part of the facts behind more than half his stories. It ultimately led to his being fired from the magazine.

DORMENT: I understand you and your brother, Tove, were actively involved in developing the film [through their production company, Forest Park Pictures]. What about Glass's story grabbed you?

CHRISTENSEN: Just the subject matter in general—journalism. I have always been an advocate of questioning what's being presented to you, and this story illustrates that the nth degree. I don't think things like trust should just be handed out. You have to earn that.

DORMENT: Which is in a lot of ways what this story is about—honesty, ethics, and whether we can believe what other people tell us.

CHRISTENSEN: But we're not saying, "Watch out, this is something is occurring now!" For us, the Glass story was an isolated incident. It was, how does someone get to the point of being driven to do this?

DORMENT: Do you see something larger at work here, though? Not just in journalism necessarily, but in other professions as well?

CHRISTENSEN: Absolutely. I think the underlying moral of the story is that this behavior exists, in everything from journalism to athletics.

DORMENT: Tell me what crossed your mind when, eight months after Shattered Glass finished shooting, the Jayson Blair scandal broke. Do you see any similarities between Stephen and Jayson?

CHRISTENSEN: They were both people who obviously sought the spotlight. Doing that seems to be a journalist's biggest downfall.

DORMENT: Do you look at journalists different now than you used to?

CHRISTENSEN: No. I still have a great respect for journalists, which is why I was enticed by his story in the first place. In fact, one of the strengths of Shattered Glass is that what Glass did, and why he did it, is juxtaposed with the novelty of the profession.

DORMENT: You and I are both in our 20s, as Stephen Glass and Jayson Blair were when they made up their stories. Is this a generational trend, in which the desire for fame supersedes the process to achievement for a lot of younger people?

CHRISTENSEN: Yeah, I think a part of it is fueled by a desire for fame and success. Trying to get yourself a level of recognition has become more of a priority for people in their 20s nowadays. Whereas before, I think life was just about doing one's work for the sake of that alone.

DORMENT: Are you more cynical now when it comes to the news?

CHRISTENSEN: I think I'm more aware now of the writer than just the story being presented. I try to get a feel for how much of his own bias a journalist instills into his story. In much the same way an actor decides to play a character, a certain amount of projection on the part of writer is inevitable.

DORMENT: That's an interesting point because watching the film, I couldn't help but notice the similarities between journalism and acting. [Christensen laughs] In the opening sequence, Stephen says, "It's the people you find—their quirks, their fears, what makes them funny, what makes them human. Journalism is just the art of capturing behavior."

CHRISTENSEN: They are similar lines of work: Both rely on observation. I think that was why I could relate to Stephen—it made me think, I might not know much about journalism, but I can still understand how his story evolved and what was behind those misdeeds. It made me feel like this story was universal.

DORMENT: In journalism, one knows where to look for the truth. But when you're approaching a character, where do you find the truth that makes it real to you?

CHRISTENSEN: You look at circumstance and situation, draw your own conclusions, and then ask yourself, "What was it that pushed this person in this direction?" It's a bit like solving a puzzle with no sort of definitive guide, so you're left up to your own druthers. In terms of Stephen, we sought his involvement, but he wanted nothing to do with the film. In general, though, I think I do approach acting with some of the same integrity as a good journalist.

DORMENT: What do you think about the fact that Glass is a lawyer now, and has even been offered a writing assignment from a magazine?

CHRISTENSEN: It blows me away that anyone would trust him to report again. I don't see how you can give someone who lied to the extent that he did a second chance in the same line of work.

DORMENT: Would you ever hire him as your lawyer?

CHRISTENSEN: [laughs] No! He's dishonest, and that holds a lot of significance for me.

DORMENT: Were you wary of glorifying him or turning him into a sympathetic figure?

CHRISTENSEN: I was afraid of glorifying him, but I was also afraid of villainizing him.

DORMENT: Let me ask you about another aspect of my profession—celebrity journalism, of which you are increasingly a subject. You were 19 and virtually unknown when you were cast in the Star Wars movies. Was it a baptism by fire with the press?

CHRISTENSEN: More or less, yes. I have read articles about me where a reporter has exaggerated something that I communicated, but I wouldn't say there's ever been a lie told about me.

DORMENT: Yet there was a lot of gossip about you and Natalie [Portman] dating during the filming of the previous Star Wars. You both denied it, but still rumors persisted.

CHRISTENSEN: [laughs] I take it all with a grain of salt. I don't want to make it a part of my business to have who I'm dating and what I'm doing outside of my working life be a part of my profession.

DORMENT: Did you have any early ambitions before you knew you wanted to be an actor?

CHRISTENSEN: I was competitively involved in hockey from a very early age, but then I started playing tennis pretty seriously. Even when I was studying acting I took a real liking to creative writing, and I also toyed with architecture—when I was seven or eight years old I'd draw plans for houses that I wanted to build. It wasn't until about a month before I was meant to apply to university that I decided I wasn't going to go into it.

DORMENT: How did acting enter the picture?

CHRISTENSEN: When I was around eight, I got asked by my sister's agent if I wanted to do commercials. From that point on I did one or two a year. I was a great excuse to get a day off from school. When they aired I denied that I was ever involved with them, because I was almost embarrassed by it. Acting wasn't something I took very seriously.

DORMENT: You were the envy of nearly every young actor in Hollywood when you were chosen for Star Wars. What was that like for you?

CHRISTENSEN: It was exhilarating. At the time, I was naïvely fearless. I wasn't a huge Star Wars fan and I didn't know all the movies inside out, so I started to watch them religiously. And I had never been outside of North America at that time, so flying to Australia and going on location around Europe was very exciting.

DORMENT: Can you gives us a preview of the next Star Wars? Is it darker?

CHRISTENSEN: It is darker—a lot darker. But it is still intended for the same audience.

DORMENT: We all know your character, Anakin Skywalker, eventually becomes Darth Vader, who is pretty much the be-all and end-all of villains. It seems, at least on the surface, that you often play dark characters.

CHRISTENSEN: That's a fair observation. I feel the roles I've chosen thus far were the ones that seemed the most exciting and challenging to me, the ones that would make me grow more as an actor.

DORMENT: So you're 22—you've been on this amazing three-year journey. What's next?

CHRISTENSEN: I like to take things as they come and, as much as possible, not force anything. I think I could wind up somewhere completely different five years from now, something completely removed from acting—I could be perfectly content studying photography or English literature. At the same time, I love what I'm doing right now and could see doing this for a very long time.